I met you once,
in dreams of youth;
flushed with curves,
wide open in summer's sun;
toothy smiles,
innocent wiles;
laid out patches,
of perfume and gasoline;
blazed across the endless miles,
of then...and now;
years burned down,
chromed dull in faded glory;
yellowed hollow,
seasons past;
of governed throttle,
...
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